So when i'm driving, occasionally one of the kids' animals/dolls makes its way to the front of the car. And for entertainment purposes, i pick up said figure, and animate it, as if it were driving the car. Hijinx ensue.
The kids love it, and it makes a potentially boring drive slap-stick-ey hilarious.
This is a tale of one of those times.....
So we're driving down to orange county. And little miss May is simply needling me to have her favorite Harry Potter kitten, crook-shanks, drive the car on the freeway. Well, i'm having none of it and i tell her no. Repeatedly.
Undeterred, she insists that the cat hop on the steering wheel, and drive the car. Frustrated, in a last-ditch attempt to appeal to her reason, i tell her that crook-shanks cannot drive the car today because he simply doesn't have a driver's licenses. I follow up by saying what kind of driver would i be if i allowed someone to drive the car that was not properly licensed!?
After a minute or two of silence, I erroneously think that i have finally won the battle.
I get a tap on the shoulder, and a note is passed up to me from the back seat.
I almost pee my pants laughing, and nearly rear-end the SUV in front of me.
This girl is amazing. Unfortunately, i must be the bearer of bad news to the young lady, and inform her that the licenses she handed me does not include a description of the driver, and that the word "license" is misspelled.
After a brief silence, another note is passed to be from the back seat. This time it seems that another driver has been recruited to join the ride: Mr. Pigmy Puff.
This license has a picture of the driver, along with a description.
Seems Legit! I shout, and the next thing we all know, a fat purple rat from the Harry Potter movies is driving the car, to endless laughter and giggles.
Not to be outdone, i few moments later, i get a tap on the shoulder, and another piece of paper is handed to me.
A License for Mr. Elephant has been produced by Alexander, followed quickly by a giant stuffed blue elephant thrown into the front seat.
I was quickly informed that this license was most definitely legit, as it had the official stamp of the Federal Bureau of Elephants (FBE).
Approved! I shout, and there is now a gigantic floppy-eared elephant driving the car.
A few minutes later, all is still.
The brilliant minds in the back seat have much more to offer!
I get another tap on the shoulder, and another piece of paper is passed my way.
Turns out, stuffed animals are not the only willing drivers! Maggie May has officially stepped up to the plate with her own Driver's Licenses, complete with accurate photo.
And in case i was dubious of the validity of said document, i was quickly informed of the fact that the licenses clearly was "approved."
Before i could mount a defense of the current elephant being the driver, one last note was passed my way.
It seems that Alexander has very quickly learned all of the rules dictating a driver's license, namely: driver's name and photo, detailed driver's description, and, of course, a stamped approval by the FBE.
How could anyone even think to dispute the validity of such an official looking document??
"Seems Legit to me!" was my response.
Luckily, we arrived at the grandparent's house before the repercussions of such documented claims of the driver's seat of my car could be further denied……
Damn, these kids will give the world a run for its money!!